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affirming
Switch shirts when we riding
Case a nigga get pulled over, keep me rising
When you living like this,
She won’t never wanna leave with these new hoes
Boys like you were born to waste,
You never listen to a word I say
And if you think you're here to mess around,
You're making a big mistake,
Used to call me Dapper Dan yeah
Way back when you were the killer and everybody's loving man
Whole lotta women used to be my speed
Now pretty baby you
Boys like you were born to waste,
You never listen to a word I say
And if you think you're here to mess around,
You're making a big mistake,
Boys like you were born to waste,
You never listen to a word I say
And if you think you're here to mess around,
You're making a big mistake,
Used to call me Dapper Dan yeah
Way back when you were the killer and everybody's loving man
Whole lotta women used to be my speed
Now pretty baby you
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
Hear me now! 

Style funky, you know dat's me 
Killer bee whohoho one man army 
Down for mine when I go on tour 
Throw your hands in the air if you
the palm of your hand
Making me weak when I need to stand
If I can't keep you, nobody can so
Slow down, slow down, slow down

When I was young you were only
we're wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

When I'm losing control
Will you turn me away
Or touch me
She was in the flowery garden when first she caught my eye
And I just a marching soldier she smiled as I passed by
The flowers she held were fresh
no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
understand
To the guys and me you were something more
Than just another band
 
And then sixty-nine in LA
Came around so soon
We were really making
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up 
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers
we're wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

When I'm losing control
Will you turn me away
Or touch me
Obviously you were a killer
I could tell by your hooded eyes
You got the ladies in waiting
Lighting up like fire flies

I always knew you were
a son,
And he must have a father when I am dead and gone,
Oh your darling boy is young but he's growing.

One day as I was walking down by the college wall
of the street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch

[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
slept with you
Though we must have made love a thousand times
`Cause we were just young
Didn't have no place to go

I just want you to know I just